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Charles E. Moody was not your average gospel songwriter. He alone wrote both the words and the melody of two of the bedrock classics of country and bluegrass gospel, “Kneel at the Cross” and “Drifting Too Far From the Shore.” To get a handle on this man and the songs he wrote, let’s go back… Read More »
Ev’ry time I come to town The boys keep kickin’ my dawg aroun’; Makes no difference if he is a houn’, They gotta quit kickin’ my dawg aroun’. Me an’ Lem Briggs an’ old Bill Brown Took a load of corn to town; My old Jim dawg, onery old cuss, He just naturally follered us.… Read More »
Charles E. Moody was not your average gospel songwriter. He alone wrote both the words and the melody of two of the bedrock classics of country and bluegrass gospel, “Kneel at the Cross” and “Drifting Too Far From the Shore.” To get a handle on this man and the songs he wrote, let’s go back… Read More »
Working on a Building If I was a sinner, I’d tell you what I’d do, I’d quit my sinning and I’d work on a building too. Chorus: I’m working on a building, I’m working on a building, I’m working on a building for my Lord, for my Lord. It’s a Holy Ghost building, It’s a… Read More »
Wildwood Flower I’ll twine ‘mid the ringlets of my raven black hair The lilies so pale and the roses so fair, The myrtle so bright with an emerald hue, And the pale aronatus with eyes of bright blue. I’ll sing and I’ll dance my laugh shall be gay I’ll cease this wild weeping drive sorrow… Read More »
Wild Bill Jones As I went out for to take a little walk And I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones He was walkin’ and talkin’ by my true lover’s side I forbid him for to leave her alone He says my age it is just twenty-one, Too old for to be controlled I drew… Read More »
Wandering Boy Out in the cold world and far away from home, Some mother’s boy is wandering all alone, No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right, Some mother’s boy is homeless tonight. Chorus: Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy, For there is no other left to give me joy, Tell… Read More »
Take This Hammer Chorus: Take this hammer, carry it to the captain, Take this hammer, carry it to the captain, Take this hammer, carry it to the captain, Tell him I’m a gone, you tell him I’m gone, Tell him I’m a gone If he asks you, was I running, If he asks you, was… Read More »
Sweet Sunny South Take me home to the place where I first saw the light, To the sweet, sunny south take me home, Where the mockingbird sung me to rest every night, Ah! Why was I tempted to roam! Take me home to the place where my little ones sleep, Poor massa lies buried close… Read More »
Swannanoa Tunnel Asheville junction, Swannanoa tunnel All caved in, baby, all caved in. I’m goin’ back to that Swannanoa tunnel That’s my home, baby, that’s my home. When you hear that watch dog howling Somebody round, baby, somebody round. When you hear that hoot owl squalling Somebody dying, baby, somebody dying. Last December, I remember… Read More »
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